ahhh. garbage. and damn it.

i know better than this.

what am i? some kind of monster, perhaps? because i can't get close to people the way lovers can get close to each other.

ew.

and i mean that in the most insulting way possible, because it fills my stomach with butterflies and makes me want to punch someone in the nose and run for the fucking hills.

also.

why do people ask to know about me? or ask questions in an attempt to get to know me?

hi.

uh.

i like my walls four foot thick and keeping you out, if you please. i don't like getting close to people. i don't really trust people.

yes, there is something wrong with em.

no, i don't feel the need to change it.